Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
China Crisis,
JFA,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.